Getting ready to breaking bones

Oliver and me went climbing yesterday. In a sweaty gym smelling of feets. It was fun and Oliver is a good teacher. He kept telling me I was good (I know it was a lie, he just saw the potential of getting me into it so that we can go on climbing vacations together) and cheered me on. I was quite frankly pretty shit but it was fun.I also fell and hurt my ankle. I’m ignoring it thinking it will heal it self while skiing. Good plan.

Before that I bought myself a bright turquoise ski jacket that will make me look like a princess in the slopes. And a pair of sunglasses just because i wanted them. Love shopping therapy.

Eric showed me clips of the St Anton after ski. Amazing! Less amazing is that its half way up the slope and I have to get down on drunken legs skiing for the first time since I was 11.

I count on breaking at least one bone in my body.

Happy birthday!

The blog is turning 1 year today. I think that is something worth celebrating. Luckily it’s coinciding with Laxen’s goodbye party. I’m going to pretend i’m celebrating for him but really it’s for this little internet spot. I mean, I don’t really want to celebrate Laxen leaving, I don’t want him to leave, but this way I can drink my sparkly wine and be happy.

Anyway, I will be found on Raffles owning the pole tonight.

London is blooming

I took a walk during lunch and London is lovely. The trees have started to bloom everywhere and it makes the work day so much easier getting out for an hour.

Something that annoys the hell out of me is that the pictures wont upload as I want them to. I hate when they get all pixly from the app. Will see if I can get it to work without throwing the phone in the wall swearing like an old fisherman. 

The small things in life

Phone’s back in my life. Yeaj! Didn’t even have time to call mum and dad before they did a trial run.

Call this morning:

Mum: I’m a bit surprised (sounding more pissed off). I was sitting there with the phone in my hand and then your dad said ‘its no use’ and then HE called you.

Even if he stole your thunder mum I’m happy to get to talk to both of you.

I woke on the wrong side this morning. Had a bit of a ‘there is so much stuff in my room’ tantrum (down side with having your boyfriend moving in with all his gear. That guy have so much stuff)

Tonight I’m shopping for ski stuff, going climbing (couldn’t get out of that one this time) and then cleaning the flat.

With fondness i remember last night hanging out with this old man. No stress, no drama, just me and the movie Beginners

Beautiful pictures of scary kids make my world spin

Only a couple of more days before St Anton. At the moment trying to collect a scrambled assortments of clothes to be able to actually get on the slopes. Not having been in years i don’t own any ski clothes at all. But i have faith in others.

Tonight sand papering at Oliver’s, dinner and maybe the gym or a walk. It is getting warmer out but today its shit. Its just so nice to get out for a bit so i might do the walk.

Reading a really fascinating book Miss Peregrin’s home for peculiar children. It will be made into a movie by Tim Burton. Thinks that’s today’s best news. It’s just a really cool, weird book with authentic vintage picture of scary looking kids. Reminds me of being a kid again believing that ghosts really existed when someone showed me old and black pictures of ghostly looking beings. It’s beautifully written and so unexpectedly weird that it got that book magic of taking you to another world.

Pick a dilly and paint the world yellow. Live in the absolute now, not 10 cm behind.

The weekend that went. One of those magical ones. Sun, the best company, champagne, strawberries, epic talks, long walks, spring, sun kissed cheeks, hugs, kisses, laughs, talking about the things that matters and the things that doesnt matter, late night sitting on a door step smoking, friends with happy faces and the feeling that life is pretty amazing.

Friday spent with Julia and Oliver. The cheese and sweets fest that never happened. The cheeses (or jesus). Saturday walk in Hyde Park. Shopping therapy, the unlikely combination of champagne and Eggs Benedict being awesome. Dressing up, twirling feeling pretty, vodka competing with a russian girl, no dinner too drunk very happy feeling. Sunday walk in the Best Place in London, the cemetery with two people that make me very, very happy. Saying goodbye to Julia already missing her but knowing that shes going to be there for ever.

Eggs Benedict. The only thing you ever need to see you through an entire day of champagne.

Beautiful Julia in her fast shoes (she is very proud of those shoes)

Champagne and good company makes you this happy.

More champagne and beautiful London at night.

It looks grey, it was sunny. Somehow london pictures always come out grey. Think its a way to keep fooling the world its always raining in London and keep them away from the best city in the world.

Spring! Its impossoble to not turn into a complete fool and stand in utter silence just watch the trees blooming.

Daffodils. A girl told me that’s why its called Picadilly, you picked daffodils there. I love that.
Best place in London with two people I absolutely love.

Cant be girls night without 4 shades of pink.

Miss you

I really am a very supportive girlfriend

Oliver and me went to his new place yesterday. They are finally getting somewhere with it, it looks really nice.

There was a lot of lifting, moaning (from me, i’m sick god dammit) and findings of old M&Ms in the cup boards. Oliver realized he was missing a vital part of his bed, that he cant start painting yet and the storage didnt take as much as they though but that didn’t bring him down (well, it did, but im trying to paint the picture of stoic suffering)

It will be very interesting to see the end of this. I’m almost (very) happy that i have Julia here this weekend so I cant help out with the rest of the fixing.